*My velvet poem*

And I searched In the city
About another coat..
Enveloping the outburst
of my poem It warms the heart…
However, he did not hide it Except for scarecrow charms…
Barren stems Longer than a winter night..
Her steps are quicker From the heartbeat.. Graceful as he rhymes.
She coquettishly
And you are swaggering around like…
belle I kidnapped her From the sides of the balconies..
A feather in the wind of regret,
Salted insomnia With the girls of Al-Maqi…
And a rattling pang Her words You stumble between the thorns of anger Zero tones… Squeeze its letters I twist their necks
And I play its toast,
Perhaps he will cure my illness..
Untie the knot in my mouth
My language is mute…
Disappointments take a shower In the world.. The anemone bloomed On the graves… Fayrouz mourns her
(When at the door, my love…)!
And its scent On the banks of a gap…
Hanging from it Clusters of delight From the cob of hair…
It pours out drop by drop In the air bottle…
Oh whisper Flutes are jealous of him…
Valleys of poetry overflowed with it Its weights were deliberately…
And the letters of purity came to fruition… Chanting the Ten Commandments…
Certainly,
Her punishment is a hug…
It chokes the pen of the Qarid He scatters the verses…
A lament in a lament…
in a lament!